Rocky
Mountain National Park |
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(Breckenridge to Rocky Mtn
National Park) |
Wednesday, July 5
Riders:
- Paul, Grady, Eric & Trev:
- Breckenridge, CO to
Rocky Mountain National Park, CO
- 149 miles
- Scott:
- Breckenridge, CO to Burley, ID
- 647 miles
Highlights:
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I decide to head for home today as I
don't know how my back will hold up to all the superslab miles ahead
of me and I need to be back to work on Monday. This will give me
extra time if necessary as well as alleviate the homesick feeling I
get by this point in every ride. So I pack up, bid everyone
farewell, and head West on I-70 which is a superb piece of
interstate due to the passes, canyons and marvelous scenery. I hope
to do the ride to Seattle in two days which was achievable on my
Gold Wing 1800 due to its comfort, wind protection, stereo and most
excellent cruise control. The ST is just about as comfortable but
all I have for throttle control is a Throttlemeister, a simple
friction device. My brother, Eric, installed it for me just before I
rode to Alaska but compared to the Wing's cruise control, I find it
to be very primitive and so I haven't really used it. But as I have
little else to do except ride safely and listen to music, I decide
to fiddle with it and give it a proper testing. With all the hills
to deal with, I need to keep adjusting it to maintain a somewhat
legal highway speed but it's a welcome distraction and provides
relief to my throttle hand. By the end of the day, I deem it crude
yet effective.
I take an additional measure to
mitigate the monotonous ride and cue up
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, by
Robert M.
Pirsig,
on my iPod which I had purchased and downloaded prior to
leaving on this trip. It seems like I'm the last guy on the planet
to read this book. It's been recommended to me countless times and
when I ask what it is about, they all just shake their heads and
say, "It's heavy, dude. You gotta read it." Thanks. Good review,
bro. But I figure as the title refers to two topics I find very
interesting, I can't really go wrong. Well, it works. Mile after
mile, chapter after chapter, I'm riveted. There's a lot happening in
this book. I am very attracted to his use of the topic of
maintaining and repairing his motorcycle to explain what quality is.
It feels very right to me and something to be sought in everything
we do in our lives. (Can you tell I'm a Virgo sun sign with a
Sagittarius ascendant?) It also goes without saying that I love the
story of his cross-country tour with his son and friends. He's got
it all: the simple pleasures, the minor hassles, the aches and
pains, the neat people you meet, the campfire storytelling, etc.
that touring provides. And then woven throughout all of this is his
metaphysical journey and the transformation of his conscious mind by
philosophy, logic, madness, and Zen. This latter subject is indeed
very "heavy" but every time my mind begins to sag under the strain,
the author switches back to the more mundane subjects of touring and
tinkering. After many chapters and before I know it, I'm in Southern
Idaho and looking for a motel to rest my weary body. I've ridden 647 miles
today.
Meanwhile, the rest of the crew heads
North through the mountains to Rocky Mountain National Park, a real
gem of a destination. The ride through the forest up along the West
side of the park is very nice cruising but the magic and power of
the place isn't truly revealed until one emerges from the forest
into the treeless tundra zone. The unobstructed view of this from
the seat of a motorcycle just can't be achieved in a car unless, of
course, one drives a convertible. Feeling the bike and your body
move through the thin air while you interpret the road beneath you
and mix up the best blend of throttle and lean angle to produce the
appropriate speed and friction for it is a sublime experience. Note
the smiles in the photos as proof.
After exploring the terrain on foot
above 12,000 feet, the guys descend the Eastern slopes and find good
camping just outside the town of Estes Park. It's been a very good
day. |
Photos |
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Taking the necessary
bike-in-front-of-the-park-sign
shot

Cruising Rocky Mountain style

Ok. Who doesn't have fuel injection? Road Dog!

You never know who you'll run into at 12,304 feet

We motorcyclists think of road engineers as true
heroes

A handy guide at 12,000 feet to future rides

Riding at the top of the world

Scouting out a campsite

Essential medicine at the end
of a long day of riding |